Of the aweful battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles
Together with some account
Of the participation
Of the Pugs and the Poms
And the intervention of the Great Rumpus Cat

The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows
Are proud and implacable passionate foes
It is always the same, wherever one goes
And the Pugs and the Poms, althought most people say
That they do not like fighting, yet once in a way
They now and again join into the fray

And they
Bark, bark, bark, bark
Bark, bark, bark, bark
Until you can hear them all over the Park

Now on the occasion of which I shall speak
Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week
And that's a long time for a Pol or a Peke
The big Police Dog was away from his beat
I don't know the reason, but most people think
He'd slipped into the Wellington's Arms for a drink
And no one at all was about on the street
When a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet

They did not advance or exactly retreat
But they glared at eachother, and scraped their hind feet

And started to
Bark, bark, bark, bark
Bark, bark, bark, bark
Until you can hear them all over the Park

And they
Bark, bark, bark, bark
Bark, bark, bark, bark
Until you can hear them all over the Park

Now the Peke although people may say what they please
Is no British Dog, but a Heathen Chinese
And so all the Pekes, when they heard the uproar
Some came to the window, some came to the door
There were surely a dozen, more likely a score
And together they started to grumble and wheeze
In their huffery-snuffery Heathen Chinese
But a terrible din is what Pollicles like
For your Pollicle Dog is a dour Yorkshire tyke
There are dogs out of every nation
The Irish, the Welsh and the Dane
The Russian, the Dutch, the Dalmatian
And even from China and Spain,
The Poodle, the Pom, the Alsatian
And the mastiff who wakls on a chain
And to those that are frisky and frollical
Let my meaning be perfectly plain
That my name it is Little Tom Pollicle
And you'd better not do it again

And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters,
And every dog-jack of them notable fighers
And so they stepped out, with their pipers in order
Playing When the Blue Bonnets Come Over the Border

Then the Pug and the Poms held no longer aloof
But some from the balcony, some from the roof
Join to the din

With a
Bark, bark, bark, bark
Bark, bark, bark, bark
Until you can hear them all over the Park
Until you can hear them all over the Park

When these bold heroes together assembled
The traffic all stopped, and the Underground trembled
And some of the neighbours were so much afraid
That they started to ring up the Fire Brigade
When suddenly, up from the a small basement flat
Why who should stalk out but the Great Rumpus Cat

His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing
He gave a great yawn, and his jaws were amazing
And when he looked out through the bars of the area
You never saw anything fiercer or hairier
And what with the glare of his eyes and his yawning
The Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning
He looked at the sky and he gave a great leap
And they every last one of them scattered like sheep

And when the Police Dog returned to his beat,
There wasn't a single one left in the street.

Jellicle Cats are black and white
Jellicle Cats are rather small
Jellicle Cats are merry and bright
And pleasant to hear when we caterwaul

Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces
Jellicle cats have bright black eyes
We like to practice our airs and graces
And wait for the Jellicle Moon to rise

Jellicle Cats develop slowly
Jellicle cats are not too big
Jellicle cats are roly-poly
We know how to dance a Gavotte and a jig
Until the Jellicle Moon appears
Make our toilette and take our repose
Jellicles wash behind their ears
Jellicles dry between their toes

Jellicle cats are black and white
Jellicle cats are of moderate size
Jellicles jump like a jumping jack
Jellicle cats have moonlit eyes

We're quiet enough in the morning hours
We're quiet enough in the afternoon
Reserving our terpsichorean powers
To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon

Jellicle cats are black and white
Jellicle cats (as we said) are small
If it happens to be a stormy night
We will practice a caper or two in the hall

If it happens the sun is shining bright
You would say we had nothing to do at all
We are resting and saving ourselves to be right
For the Jellicle Moon and the Jellicle Ball